Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Since she was sitting on a tree, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't see the face of the person under the umbrella clearly because of the angle. She could only judge from the outline of the figure that the person was an extremely tall man.

The man was wearing a flamboyant and bright red shirt, with golden hibiscus flowers hollowed out on the cuffs, and a black flowing cloud ribbon tied around his waist.His waist is very thin, and the proportions of his figure are extremely perfect. While walking, the light rain patted on the oil-paper umbrella, then rolled down to the corner of the umbrella, and finally dripped on the hem of his clothes.

The rain moistened that part of the fabric a little bit, making the hem of the clothes a little clear and wet, so the skin of the legs was in between the fit of the fabric, and the straight and slender legs inside were faintly displayed. The lines are beautiful and smooth, and the legs are very beautiful.

The sky is gloomy, black clouds are rolling, and the surroundings are filled with a kind of dark oppression and gray haze.And in such a gloomy and dim atmosphere, this man in red who suddenly appeared in Nie Xiaoqian's sight, for a moment, seemed to be the only color in the sky and the earth.

Even without seeing the man's face, Nie Xiaoqian decided to focus on this man just by relying on the unique and strong yang energy and the silhouette.

He only had two days, and within two days, he had to hand over a man with pure yang energy to the dryad, and the appearance of this man here just solved the problem he was facing right now.

Looking at the man who was getting closer and closer, Nie Xiaoqian thought deeply in her eyes.

He was controlled by the dryad, and wandered in Nanlai Town in the form of a ghost for nearly a hundred years. During these years, there was nothing bloody, scrambling, and killing that he did not do.

Although in the passage of time he has already lost his kindness and heart as a human being, he was once a son of an official family. His father was upright, and Nie Xiaoqian was deeply influenced since childhood. Even though his emotions have been completely wiped out now, but After all, I still maintain a point of principle.

If the man in red has a good character and is not deceived by wealth and beauty, then he will give up and will not choose to attack this person again.If the man in red was lewd and flirtatious, with lecherous and greedy eyes, then he would just give this man to the tree spirit as a tribute two days later.

In a flash of thought, Nie Xiaoqian transformed herself. The original men's clothing became a more neutral clothes. He spread out the hair bundled in the white porcelain crown jade, and let the soft blue hair hang down.

A few strands of black hair hung down his temples, softening the contours of his facial features. Nie Xiaoqian was already good-looking, the kind of handsome to the extreme. At this moment, after deliberately reducing her height, she changed into a partial Dressed in a feminine way, he has a coldness like a frost flower, like a noble and elegant official lady.

After finishing these, he took another look at the man holding the oil-paper umbrella, and then he set off to a pavilion on the water a mile away, and began to play the piano.

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The rain is getting lighter, but the sky is getting darker.

A melodious and sentimental voice slowly sounded in the air.This qin sound is different from the traditional chord sound, and it contains abnormal notes.

Hearing the sound of the piano, Fu Zhenhong thought of the ghostly aura that suddenly disappeared when he was on the road not long ago, so he turned around and changed the direction he was planning to go to Lanruo Temple.

He walked towards the source of the piano sound.

A few minutes later, an extremely clear and transparent river appeared in front of Fu Zhenhong. In the center of the river was a gazebo carved with patterns. Several lanterns and white silk cloth were hung around the gazebo.

The cold wind is blowing, and the white silk cloth is also flying wantonly with the wind, and the light and warm-colored lanterns are constantly shaking, turning the candlelight inside into a unique starlight under the dark sky.

Fu Zhenhong moved the umbrella up a little bit, and looked at the woman in white who was sitting in the gazebo and playing the piano.

It's a bit inappropriate to say it's a woman.

After all, in the face of his ten thousand years of cultivation, all the disguises of these ghosts and demons are in vain.

Fu Zhenhong found it interesting, and it was rare for him to be a little interested.

In the past, he had always regarded others as prey, but this time he became the prey in others' eyes.

Nie Xiaoqian felt that the person who came was looking at him. He didn't look up at the person who came, and he didn't stop playing the piano.

I can't tell whether it's disappointment or what. He has mixed the strings of temptation and bewitchment in the sound of the piano. If a person with a firm mind and good conduct will not hear any sound, only those with distracting thoughts and desires will hear him. Playing, and then looking for this piano sound.

What Nie Xiaoqian was thinking at the moment, Fu Zhenhong didn't care about it, he just found it interesting. Nie Xiaoqian in this world has not only changed from a female ghost to a male ghost, but the plot where she was supposed to meet Ning Caichen has also shifted to on him.

Fu Zhenhong twitched the corners of her lips slightly, and walked onto the cool bridge.

When he walked into the gazebo, it happened that the song also ended.

Fu Zhenhong stopped in her tracks, and Nie Xiaoqian also raised her head at this moment.

One of them is standing and the other is sitting.

Now, Nie Xiaoqian saw Fu Zhenhong's face clearly, and the words she was about to say suddenly got stuck in her throat.

Nie Xiaoqian imagined that a man with such a figure would certainly not be too bad in appearance, but she never expected to be so good-looking, so that seeing all the words of praise and embellishments placed on this man's body, it turned into a kind of paleness.

The temples are cut like a knife, and the eyebrows are like ink paintings.

The red dress is enchanting and scorching.

Maybe it was because the night was too hazy, maybe it was because the candlelight was too blurry, or maybe it was because the green smoke that only had effects on mortals from the incense burner also affected him.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the deep phoenix eyes of the man in front of her who were as black as ink, and suddenly felt that compared to herself, this man in red was more like a seductive and stunning monster.

If not, how could it give him the illusion of being sucked in by the other party when the four eyes meet...

"Don't you want to continue playing?" Fu Zhenhong retracted her umbrella and spoke first.

His voice is light and casual, and in this cold night, it is particularly magnetic and long-lasting due to the moist air under the drizzle.

It was only then that Nie Xiaoqian completely recovered from her thoughts. He was rarely distracted like now, and it was only because of a man's appearance.

Thinking of this, Nie Xiaoqian's eyes darkened slightly.

The simple methods that those banshees use on other men are obviously not suitable for this man in red.

Nie Xiaoqian pursed her lips, and after thinking for a moment, a faint smile overflowed from the corner of her lips: "Since the young master is attracted by my piano sound, he must also be a person who knows the piano, why don't you come and play a song, and you can play the piano. It’s a tribute to this.”

He intentionally changed it into a woman's voice, mellow and clear, like an orchid in an empty valley.

Hearing this voice, Fu Zhenhong looked at Nie Xiaoqian, who was dressed as a woman and looked as cold and frosty as the moon, and suddenly looked forward to what tricks the other party would use to seduce him next.

"Okay." Fu Zhenhong replied, put the umbrella aside, and walked to Nie Xiaoqian's side.

Nie Xiaoqian stood up to make room for Fu Zhenhong.

After Fu Zhenhong sat down, she didn't play in a hurry, but raised her hand and gently stroked the strings with her fingertips.

After becoming familiar with the timbre of the piano for a short time, Fu Zhenhong's fingers began to move slowly.

Fu Zhenhong's fingers are fair and slender, with clear bones, round and green fingertips, with a faint seductive luster. When she gently plucks the strings, the smooth and delicate back of her hand like jade can be faintly seen between the ups and downs of her knuckles Vein veins in indigo.

Slender, flexible, smooth and graceful lines.

There is an urge to lean over and kiss.

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes were unconsciously attracted by these hands.

It wasn't until the familiar melody was played in these white catkins that Nie Xiaoqian restrained her wandering thoughts.

The lingering melody is slowly sounding in this quiet night, and the ups and downs of each note are filled with a kind of temptation and ambiguous love that seems to be absent.

This is the piece that Nie Xiaoqian played just now.

It's just that compared to Nie Xiaoqian's chords that intentionally fused mana, Fu Zhenhong's piano sounds played by Sleeping Me at the moment are the real temptation without any disguise.

This piece was originally in an itchy tune, the pitch of each note, the details of transition and extension were handled very well by Fu Zhenhong.

At this moment, the sound of the piano seemed to be filled with countless heartfelt words, and when it was transmitted to Nie Xiaoqian's eardrums at such a close distance, it was like a light feather slowly fell on his heart, and it seemed that there was a hand wrapped around him. Slowly rubbing on his skin, with a certain longing, a certain throbbing passion, constantly teasing the desire deep in his heart.

At the moment when the playing reached a climax, Fu Zhenhong turned her head slightly, and looked at Nie Xiaoqian who was sitting beside him, a slight smile appeared in her dark eyes.

The shape of Fu Zhenhong's eyes was already very beautiful, and the tails of the eyes were very pale. At this moment, under the light of the candlelight in the lantern, the smiling eyes were slightly curved, and the tails showed a thin layer of light under the thick and long eyelashes. The light and shadow are like a bird holding a new peach blossom.

Obviously there is no erotic ups and downs in the pupils, but there is a different kind of temptation revealed for no reason.

This is emanating from the bones, and it is natural.

Nie Xiaoqian suddenly felt a slight heat in her chest, because of the frank teasing and ambiguous seduction at the climax in the sound of the piano, and the man's slightly squinting eyes.

Although the slight heat was only for a short moment, it was enough to shock Nie Xiaoqian.

It was supposed to be him who came to seduce this man, but now he was stunned by the look in his eyes and the sound of his piano.

Nie Xiaoqian's lips suddenly closed into a cold straight line. Thinking of the ultimate purpose of attracting this man, he glanced at the censer that was already a third burning, his eyes moved slightly, he stood up and walked around behind Fu Zhenhong .

He stood behind Fu Zhenhong, leaned forward, and slightly bent down to completely cover Fu Zhenhong in the shadow created by him.

He gently put his hand on Fu Zhenhong's shoulder, and while using his soft palm to slowly slide down from Fu Zhenhong's round shoulder along the slender arm, he said with a voice that only two people could hear. The voice said slowly: "The night is already deep, may this good night not be let down."

His voice is still an extremely pleasant and moving female voice, but his face and figure have lost their disguise at this time and returned to their original appearance.